My right eyebrow is bisected by a scar and is not very thick. I'd like to mirror-clone my perfect left eyebrow and paste it over the right.

In dessert news:

Theoretically I'd like to do a pie a week, but truly, I don't like pie enough to do that. I do, however, like cupcakes but I only ever want red velvet or chocolate ones. And I think I like cupcakes because they are CUTE and that's all the cake I really want.

Have I mentioned that I'm making an angry birds birthday cake for a 7 year old boy? I have candy sculpted all the figures. I am going to do a checkerboard cake for the cake itself and use little debbies for the structures the pigs hide in. Crazy?

Too hot to bake now though. Hope it's cooler when we get back.

Have I mentioned that I'm making an angry birds birthday cake for a 7 year old boy? I have candy sculpted all the figures. I am going to do a checkerboard cake for the cake itself and use little debbies for the structures the pigs hide in. Crazy?

Wait, you're not even doing this for your own child? I thought it was kind of awesomely overboard to do for Noah and Grace, but for a kid who's not even yours, definitely crazy (but awesome?)

Perhaps when I have a new roommate I will do pie more. I especially like blueberry pie.

HA! Meara, nope. Not for Noah and Grace, but my friend's kid. I wanted to see if I could do it and I have never worked with fondant and thought it would be a fun challenge.

I STILL haven't worked with fondant, and it is a fun challenge. The figures were easy and fun to make (though sticky). And I've always wanted to do a checkerboard cake, so that'll be fun too.

HA! Meara, nope. Not for Noah and Grace, but my friend's kid. I wanted to see if I could do it and I have never worked with fondant and thought it would be a fun challenge.

I STILL haven't worked with fondant, and it is a fun challenge. The figures were easy and fun to make (though sticky). And I've always wanted to do a checkerboard cake, so that'll be fun too.

Oooh, pie. I would like pie. We went out for ice cream tonight (creamy whip, with rainbow sprinkles) after visiting Tim's mom's grave (it's the 1-year date of her death). Her grave faces almost perfectly due west, so Tim wanted to go at sunset. His comment? "I've watched too much Buffy...I don't think we should be here after sunset." So I think he's handling the 1-year mark fairly well.

No undead were spotted, and we got ice cream.

Some of the Angry Birds sculptures. I also made a couple of yellow birds and grey bomb birds.

So nobody is on the pie is the new cupcake train, eh?

That sounds like a plan for tomorrow!

Will do, Plei!

I care a little less about hurting. Just spent since I last posted until now on the deck drinking wine with three of my neighbors and B's new boyfriend (he's been insisting we meet him for weeks and we've now given him our seal of approval. Bonus, he lives only a couple blocks over. Talk about an easy booty call for him, damn.)

I may hate tomorrow morning, but it was worth it tonight. Even if B gets all riled up and political and goes preaching to the choir and we're all tired and my old devil's advocate kicks in, in addition to my in depth US political history education (I was lecturing about Buchanan and then Hoovervilles and WTF), and my eyes start rolling and I get ridonkulous, but factual.

At one point, I plopped Loki on B and made some lewd pussy joke to divert him. So out of character for me.

And now I need like an hour to decompress, so pretty sure I'm hating tomorrow already.